I
will never see over half of my high school friends ever again. There are two more days in
which I can make my lasting impression upon them, or piss them off so royally that they
never want to think of me again. Im opting for the first choice. But will they think
of me after Ive moved on with my life? Will they ever wonder where I am and what
Im doing?

Im not sure who Ill remember. Though there are
people who I will miss sorely. And there are messages to some of them in the links below.
Not that youd really want to read about people that you dont necessarily know.
Ill miss everyone for a while, I know. But how long will I miss the friends who
were, in all actuality, merely acquaintances? I honestly cant answer that. I want to
be the good one, who says that theyll remember you and actually does remember you.
Who comes back to the reunions saying, Do you remember when ? but for me,
thats wishful thinking. I am known to have one of the shortest memories ever. Which,
in some cases, is a blessing.

I want to remember so many things about my years at MA. Mostly
the stupid things that I did with friends, but even more, I want to remember the friends
with whom I did stupid things. The events themselves are no longer important, gone in the
past nothing can be done to change them at all. But the people the people I
will treasure forever or, at least, as long as I remember them.